Flotsam

He was a Professor of Difficult Sums, Always kept a writing pad near, Just in case of instant revelations, With pencil parked behind one ear. He could quadrate equations With consummate ease And quantum mechanicals He found just a diverting tease. He won the Nobel Prize so often They let him keep the cup, And he wore designer braces To hold designer trousers up. A benefactor of mankind, Which used his flowing skill To perfect better weapons with Much more efficient ways to kill. He lived in academic obscurity Until the people learned his name When he made the perfect mouse trap Which brought him worldwide fame? He was sent back into obscurity When he just went a bit too far By inventing a pollution free Everlasting peoples motor car. He beach combs now in Tahiti Fitted with a silicon chip link To wipe his mind of such thoughts At the speed of an eyelid’s blink For business is business And everyone should know The worst kind of fool is he Who disturbs the status quo